18 Şubat 2014 Salı

Der Himmel über Berlin aka "Wings of Desire" (1987)

"I want to conquer a history for myself. I want to turn what I have learned from my timeless downward-watching into sustaining a hasty glance, a short shout, an acrid smell. I've been outside long enough. Absent long enough. Out of the world long enough. I'll enter the history of the world, if only to hold on apple in my hand. Look, those feathers, there on the water, already vanished. Look, the tyre marks on the asphalt, and now the cigarette butt rolling. The primeval river has dried up, and only today's raindrops still quiver. Down with the world behind the world."